Prompt: Life has a way of circling about. Things we experience as children that cause trauma often reappear in our lives as adults. When we were children, the adults that gave us the wisdom that "things will get better" likely knew that because they lived it as a child. Now, we're the adults trying to tell the children things will get better, hoping they hear us.
Prompt: Life has a way of circling about. Things we experience as children that cause trauma often reappear in our lives as adults. When we were children, the adults that gave us the wisdom that "things will get better" likely knew that because they lived it as a child. Now, we're the adults trying to tell the children things will get better, hoping they hear us.
Prompt: Life has a way of circling about. Things we experience as children that cause trauma often reappear in our lives as adults. When we were children, the adults that gave us the wisdom that "things will get better" likely knew that because they lived it as a child. Now, we're the adults trying to tell the children things will get better, hoping they hear us.
Prompt: Life has a way of circling about. Things we experience as children that cause trauma often reappear in our lives as adults. When we were children, the adults that gave us the wisdom that "things will get better" likely knew that because they lived it as a child. Now, we're the adults trying to tell the children things will get better, hoping they hear us.
Prompt: “The pain, so unexpected and undeserved, had for some reason cleared away the cobwebs. I realized I didn’t hate the cabinet door, I hated my life… My house, my family, my backyard, my power mower. Nothing would ever change; nothing new could ever be expected. It had to end, and it did. Now in the dark world where I dwell, ugly things, and surprising things, and sometimes little wondrous things, spill out in me constantly, and I can count on nothing.”
Prompt: I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Prompt: A surreal, hyper-detailed digital painting. Death personified as a tall, graceful figure draped in flowing shadows, holding open an ornate door glowing with radiant light. Beyond the doorway: an awe-inspiring kingdom of brilliance — skies of golden white, floating gardens, shimmering rivers of light, celestial architecture. On the threshold, Life personified as a luminous being with flowing energy and warmth, stretching out a hand in calm partnership with Death, as if in eternal business. The contrast between the dark earthly world behind Death and the radiant kingdom ahead symbolizes the passage of the soul. Cinematic atmosphere, intricate textures, photorealistic yet painterly, award-winning concept art style, 8k ultra resolution, dramatic lighting with rays of brilliance streaming through the open door, timeless, poetic, breathtaking.
Styling keywords
Mood: surreal, majestic, serene, transcendent
Style: cinematic realism + fantasy art
Details: glowing door frame, fine texture on robes, hands mid-shake, contrast between shadow and light, symbolic balance
Prompt: A daytime view of an other worldly city seen from above with the architecture of Oscar Niemayer, including fauna and flora as well as animals and other intelligent life.
Prompt: blue life tree nebula surrounded by the emptiness of the space, digital painting, expressionistic, breathtaking, ultra detailed, Blake Neubert, HQ, 8k, award winning, a masterpiece, Artstation, crisp quality, dof, hdr, fantasy
Prompt: To the times in my life when I could not stand to lose, a simple game
and the least of it all was the fortune and the fame
but the dream seemed to end
just as soon as it had begun,
was I to know?
Unwordlessly detailed oil painting, most beautiful platinum brunette Italian white collar woman, wet, rain-soaked white blouse, tight red pants, rainy Coast city at night, neon lights, blue-grey eyes, octane render, 4k, award-winning, dynamic lighting, trending on Art Station
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
